Sunday, September 20, 2015


CONFESSION OF A ๐Ÿ‘ฉLADY!!!..
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During lunch at work last week, I ate 3 plates of Rajma๐Ÿ› (which I know I shouldn't).

When I got home๐Ÿก, my husband ๐Ÿ‘จseemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly: "Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿ."

He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat and just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone ...rang☎. He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went to answer the call.

The Rajma I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming unbearable๐Ÿ˜–, so while my husband was out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let one go๐Ÿ’จ. It was not only loud๐Ÿ’ฅ, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck ๐Ÿš› running over a skunk in front of a garbage dump๐Ÿ’ฉ! I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously. Then, shifting to the other leg, I ripped off three more๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’จ. The stink was worse than cooked cabbage.

Keeping my ears ๐Ÿ‘‚carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, I went on releasing atomic bombs like this for another few minutes๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’ฅ. The pleasure was indescribable☺๐Ÿ˜Š!

Eventually the telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom๐Ÿ˜”, so I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself. My face must have been the picture of innocence๐Ÿ™Ž when my husband returned, apologizing for taking so long.

He asked me if I had peaked through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not. At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests ๐Ÿ‘ฅ๐Ÿ‘ฅ๐Ÿ‘ฅ๐Ÿ‘ฅ๐Ÿ‘ฅ๐Ÿ‘ฅ๐Ÿ‘ฅ๐Ÿ‘ฅ๐Ÿ‘ฅ
seated around the table, with their hands to their noses๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿ™Š, chorused: "Happy Birthday"๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜œ







Dont laugh alone pass it on !!!๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜


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